Highs and lows

This memory goes back to the early 1960s. I can’t remember the time of year; only the fact that I was wearing shorts … more

Half of the blame

My story goes back to the mid-50s, when my mother and her sister rented a place in Miami Beach for six weeks in mid-Februar… more

Me and the girls

In 1962, when I was 14, I was at my girlfriend’s house playing a board game with her and her younger sister, and her mom was w… more

A team effort

This is my recollection of a very well-deserved spanking from my dad – under Mom’s supervision – when I was about 10 years … more

The plastic paddle

When I wasn’t being paddled, I was very doted on. I was loved and well taken care of. Mom was too strict but her love w… more

Spanked for talking back

This is my recollection of a good spanking my mom gave me – I consider it as the one of the most educational things ever in my … more

Sleeping naked

When I was about 14, I was sleeping in the living room on a pull-out bed (or ‘castro’). Although it was expre… more

The sally rod

When our girls Una and Ciara were growing up, I was the primary disciplinarian. A basic punishment was a bare bottom over… more

The tree house

When my brother and I were children, we were lucky enough to have our dad build a tree house for us in an old beech which towe… more

Between the aisles

Editor’s note: This contribution was originally emailed to Maman in 2002.

I know that in this permissive day and … more

School and home

I was 16 years old, late in my sophomore year of high school. It was the early 1990s. I went to a school that paddled fairly r… more

A trip to the toilet

When I was nine, I got invited to a classmate’s birthday party. Debbie was a very popular girl and her parents were … more

A streak of bad luck

This story is true and written from personal experience. What I set down now is exactly how everything unfolded in 1973, … more

The Teacher

When my big brother and I were growing up in Wyoming during the 1980s, my mom spanked us pretty often. The tool she used for … more

At my mother’s breast

I was brought up in the late 70s/early 80s, and in many ways my family life was something of a contradiction. Dad was basic… more

Spying in the bushes

One day, when I was 11 years old, I was playing at my friend Amanda’s house. when we heard agitated yelling from her … more

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